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The pelican’s feather floats to youRead more "The Unknowing"
time warps in a body’s
I’m still, I am still collecting the few bonesRead more "My Bones, Engraved with His Song"
Teardrops from the earth
float up, invisible upside-down
It’s a slippery slope I’m falling down.Read more "The Mortality of My Ghost"
Cinnamon apple spice
in the dead of winter,
There is a girl,
deep in the forest.
Written by TabalithArt by Aidan Roof one of many summers to come my emerald, let me crawl inside the pit sitting patientlybetween your neck and your shoulder;let me lay my tired soul there;let me align my many facesuntil you find the truest maskand kiss it until it breaks;let me draw circles underneath your eyesand paint […]Read more "my emerald"
Eastern roads carve arid landsRead more "Abyss"